when i was in eighth grade, we had the best art teacher: mr. krantz. he was weird, wacky, lived in pennsylvania, and was obsessed with cats. he’d let us sit with our friends while we worked, which was great.
so, at the end of the 8th grade year, weird things started happening. in his school mailbox, mr. krantz started getting weird items in his school mailbox. it started with a pair of deer antlers, and then it was rabbits. lots of them. not real rabbits, but like, plastic toys and shit. in his mailbox, in his desk, even in his lunch.
and he thought that I had put them all there.